Where The Trail Bends

Where the trail bends, appeals to me somehow, more than where a trail ends. Somehow, I hear it talk of life’s walk, with its many twists and turns, yet today I ignore it and plunge on straight ahead, going where my heart yearns. Looking on ahead I see a doe and her fawn, as quickly as I see them, they are gone. Now I pay attention, as I wander off trail, to blooms of bluebells, growing along the steep fells. I find a sitting log and take a seat, wondering what else I might meet, and a squirrel scolds me, as it scurries up a tall fir tree. As I recline, I think about the silence and solitude in these wilderness reprieves, the sunlight, gentle today, dapples the woodland tree leaves. They shimmer as they flutter in the breeze that blows and a wonderful thought inside me grows. Out here, on my own, all alone, in this wilderness serene, I am the only person on our entire globe, seeing and feeling this exact peaceful scene.